Bye

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need

I say love, it is a flower
And you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance

Its the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes a rose

<the rose> by 手嶌葵